Chapter 230 - 231: Fellas

Chapter 230: Chapter 231: Fellas

"W-Who on earth is the identity of that guy..." one man whispered nervously in the dark.

"Shut up, man... We honestly don’t have a clue. The Grandma told us that he is the Savior... but who on earth is he even saving?"

"That part... we still don’t know. But my wife told me earlier... that he is working very hard... preparing for the following days." The husband’s heart hammered painfully against his ribs as he remembered every word Owen had just spoken—what if the woman currently sucking that massive, unyielding cock right now was actually his very own wife?

"N-no... I can’t believe that. My wife would never betray me... and she has never tried anything like that with me." He desperately tried to convince himself that it was completely impossible.

Guck... guck... guck...

"You suck me too... Switch your places," Owen ordered another one of them to join in on the oral service.

"Yesh... guck... guck... Thank you for giving me this wonderful opportunity..."

"Just suck me fast; it’s never enough. I won’t listen to your requests if you don’t produce satisfactory results," Owen stated strictly, laying down the rules.

"Please... We are doing our absolute best... guck... guck..."

"Yes, there are three of you, but doing your ’best’ doesn’t automatically mean it’s good. Do you honestly prefer to taste the disgusting semen of your boring husbands rather than mine?"

"N-no, I don’t want that at all... It’s hard to swallow their stuff, and I despise it. All I want are your seeds, Savior."

"Guck... guck... It’s all for you, Savior. Let me use my tits, too," she offered, stroking his length from above with her breasts while the woman below focused solely on his heavy balls.

"Good. Then let me hear your loud moans. Hehe, show them all that you’re a true slut."

"Ng... ahn... ahn... I am not a slut... ahn, ahn... However, I want you to twist my nipples harder... ahn, ahn, guck, guck..." Her throat was burning, stretched to its absolute limit as the massive girth of his cock pushed against her palate.

"Argh... guck... Yes, right there... Just a bit more. I’m cumming!" Owen pulled her tightly against his chest as thick, hot cum began to spurt.

Spurt! Spurt!

"Ahh... Please, give it to us!" The two women hurriedly crawled forward as Owen released his thick load directly across their eager faces like a divine blessing.

"Ahhn... Thank you, Savior. Ehehe, thank you for bestowing your sacred seeds upon us." The first MILF completely removed her remaining clothing, and the other two quickly followed suit, discarding their garments since there was no longer any need for restrictions.

"Ahh, that’s normal behavior... It’s good that you’re happy," Owen said, slapping their soft, plump ass cheeks. The responsive bounce made his cock stiffen right back up.

"We are infinitely happy. The opportunities you grant us are limited, so we will do everything in our power to please you."

"Now, it’s time to execute our master plan, Savior... Please, fuck our perverted pussies..." The first MILF positioned herself in a classic doggy-style pose, and the other two crawled on top and around her.

"Here... This is our special plan, Savior. We call this a sandwich pussy..." The top woman began wagging her hips, seductively inviting him to come closer.

"Good plan... But don’t you think it’s a bit too generic?" Owen paused, having experienced a sandwich pussy many times before. There was no doubt it was a top-tier position for an orgy, but he wanted more.

"Uhh... What do you mean, Savior...?"

"Heh, let’s change it up a bit. How about we do a pussy, mouth, and asshole sandwich? That’s much better," Owen proposed, revealing the wicked twist he had planned all along.

"Ahn... You mean..."

"Yes, change positions quickly. Let’s try that arrangement." Owen walked closer, smirking beneath his mask. Those pathetic fools in the audience heard every word, and loud, nervous swallows echoed through the room.

"Okay... Ta-da!"

"We are completely prepared now, Savior..."

"Please fuck me hard. Hehe, this is the ultimate sandwich." The three women spoke in overlapping voices: the middle MILF positioned herself lying flat on her back, the top woman took hold of the lower doggy position with her pussy placed right within reach of the middle woman’s tongue, and the bottom woman could easily touch the middle MILF’s pussy! Naturally, the top woman could also lick the middle MILF’s folds at the same time.

Wow... This is not half bad... Owen nodded his head in deep satisfaction, recognizing it as the optimal arrangement for the moment.

"Heh, excellent work. Now let me decide first. Will it be the pussy, the mouth, or the asshole?" Owen waved his cock around like a magic wand over the intertwined bodies.

"Ahn, Savior... Use my mouth to your complete satisfaction. I want your cock inside my throat." She opened her mouth wide, begging for the massive shaft to enter.

"What about my pussy, Savior? Look at it—it’s soaked wet. I want you to fuck my perverted pussy." She tried her best to wiggle, though her weight made it difficult to move freely until she used her hands to part herself further.

"Ahn, ahn, Savior... What about my asshole? It is screaming for a good pounding. Please, look at my loosened hole." She widened her stance into a split.

"Ahn... This is unfair... ahn, ahn... No, I’m taking my request back... ahn, ahn," the woman in the middle moaned loudly as the top woman began eagerly licking her pussy while the bottom woman used her fingers to tease her sensitive clit.

"Let me think... Oh! I almost forgot. Instead of deciding what to fuck myself first, let me ask the crowd. This is a special People’s Choice Award," Owen announced, turning his head sharply toward the audience.

"Now fellas... What do you all think? The pussy, the asshole, or the mouth? Heh, you can raise your hands when I call out your choice." Owen pulled out a small flag and wedged it into the nearby compartment as a marker.